"Mercy is for the weak, so don't go expecting any."
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Cecilia Saldaro has secrets, her father and 4 older brothers have secrets. But somewhere along the line their lies and secrets get twisted against a common denominator.
When Miles Alexand...
I could get married to the love of my life... Again. Camden has worked so incredibly hard to create a dream wedding, I wasn't expecting much from Camden but holy shit, everything was absolutely stunning.
Since the wedding was happening on a day of torrential rain, in the middle of November so the entire event of it takes place in one of the hotels owned by the family. The ballroom was decked out with large circular tables, covered with white lacy tablecloths, huge floral centrepieces of white and blush pink roses, peonies even lilies. The large chandeliers hang low above the dance floor. Through the door from the ballroom is where the ceremony will take place, the ends of the pews were decorated with the same white and pink roses, the tall pillars and ornate ceilings add to the luxurious feeling.
He couldn't have made the day any better, he deserved all the credit. Well, except for the food, drinks, the clothes. But everything else was all him.
I was in the penthouse suite gentling ready, I only had my nonna getting ready with me. She was the only female figure I had in my life. Morgan was fulfilling her bridesmaid duties by making sure the guys don't get too drunk, as well as tying all of their bow ties because they still don't know how to do it.
One of these days, I will teach them.
I had entirely lost contact with Astra and Cameron so there was no point inviting them, I had plenty of other friends I have made in the last year or so. I didn't need them, I had all that I wanted.
"Nonna, where is my veil?" I shout through the doors to my nonna, wherever she is around here. I was pulling up my garter belt to my thigh. I wasn't going to partake in this tradition because it was odd to do it around my family, but Miles insisted. Apparently, he couldn't help him self having a sneak peak at my white bridal lingerie.
"It's here mia cara." She walks back through, she stops suddenly when she sees me. Her eyes glass over and her hand comes up to cup her mouth. "Mia cara, you senti... splendore." (look... gorgeous). I could feel my eyes tearing up as she steps closer as she admires my dress.
It was a trumpet style gown, the end was lace with the small train, it flows past my heels. The long sleeves were lace too going over my shoulders and falling into a deep set neck line. It was the second dress I tried on an I was obsessed.
It was perfect for the colder weather, it was simple like I wanted but it was elegant.
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(Feel free to imagine the dress however you want)
My hair was pulled back loosely, it was pinned back with a sparkly hair piece, the loose curls at the front were pulled away to frame my face.
I wasn't keen on a white dress a first, I was tempted to buy a black one. But my nonna got so fucking pissed at me, she was screaming at me in Italian until I finally agreed to wear a white one. I didn't regret it.
